Addio Fratello Crudele

Igor.

What a bastard. He's got a son who's a bastard.

What do you want? To pay for this fucking medication. With what they cost.

What's the matter?

The parrot slipped. Give it to me.

Ah, shit, it stinks. It's all pissed. Listen to the smell. Ah, that's gross.

Wait.

Oh, my God.

Wait. Wait.

What more do you want?

Wait. Don't go. Let me wash up, please.

Yeah, call Lenka so he can rub your dick in it. I'm busy.

In my land, pretty girls get a bit of sense. They know how to work their way up.

But I don't want to be like that.

You bitch!

Fuck you, you bastard!

My life could take a bad turn.

The school of obligation was finished.

I'd start working in some factory or worse.

With Igor's breath, the bastard, always on his neck.

My father told me, in secret, that Igor is not mother's son,.

Even though she recognized him.

I'd say it's like half i*****.

Anyway, brother or no brother, he's the one who deflowered me.

But my life could still go another way, thanks to Elena.

He's filming, isn't he?

Yes, of course, and that makes me laugh.

Good, perfect.

This strip is dedicated to all wankers.

Alena was my best friend, she was rich.

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